Sharing is Caring

[The Storyteller]

Sharing is Caring

You know, they just ain't enough kindness in this galaxy. Plenty of wealth to go around, and so many choose to just keep it all to themselves. Worthless fierfeks... time to teach these hellions some proper manners.

Our attack squadrons have hit a pirate freighter. According to our intel, onboard are a series of crates of raw chromium. This scum has no business having such precious cargo, and worse yet, they're keeping it all to themselves! Join the boarding party and help teach them value of sharing.​

This is what being Deucalians was all about. Like the lone varlwulf that waiting patiently in the dark of the woodlands until their prey's guard was down, a band of Deucalians raiders have launched a vicious attack on a pirate freighter. Normally, pirate freighters were worth very little, having the tendency to be about as worthless as they appeared. But this one was different.

Intel revealed that chromium, still in its raw and unrefined form, was present in abundance on the Drunken Rancor. As Deucalian fighters engaged in dogfights with the pirates and harassed the freighter's defenses, gunships drew close and dropped marine crews onto the hull of the freighter.

Carving through the outer hull of the freighter with large military-grade fusioncutters, the Deucalian raiders simultaneously fought off pirates that emerged onto the hull to defend their ship. However, enough time was bought and the way was open. The time had now come for the infiltration crew on the dropship to 'encourage' this scum to share...

 

[Uhtred Wardruna]

It was dark on the dropship. Small slits along the uppermost vantage points along the interior walls acted as windows, of a sort. They let semblances of light in, but just enough for it to still be shrouded in darkness. But even so, the dropship shook and thundered as grazing blasts struck the vessel's hull. These were the most psychologically strenuous moments when it came to boarding parties during space raids, assuming one lacked the Boranir-class boarding pods.

Uhtred had been grasping one of the anchors along the side of the dropship's interior, keeping himself stable. Everyone had been doing so, in fact. Every-so-often, the dropship would jerk and turn in such a way that the inertial dampeners failed to keep up.

ᛖᚡᚨᛋᛁᚡᛖ ᛗᚨᚾᛖᚢᚡᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ... ᛋᛟ ᛏᚺᛖᚤ'ᚱᛖ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛞᛟᚾᛖ..., Uhtred mused to himself.

This was the true source of tension. It was one thing to face death, but another entirely to be along blindly to it. And everyone knew, it was questionable at best whether this was truly an honorable way to die, if this was the kind of end that Saldoem would deem acceptable. And that doubt hanging in the air made it a terrible thought indeed.

"ᚠᛁᚷᚺᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᚺᚨᛋ ᛒᚱᛟᚴᛖᚾ ᛟᚢᛏ ᚱᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᛟᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚠᚱᛖᛁᚷᚺᛏᛖᚱ'ᛋ ᚺᚢᛚᛚ", said one of the raiders onboard the dropship, apparently in some form of communication with the Deucalian team using cutting torches to breach the freighter's hull.

That certainly would explain the seeming delay, but it would ultimately achieve little difference. If anything, it may just mean that once they do get inside, they'll face less opposition.

«ᚺᚢᛚᛚ ᚺᚨᛋ ᛒᛖᛖᚾ ᛒᚱᛖᚨᚲᚺᛖᛞ! ᚱᛖᛈᛖᚨᛏ; ᚺᚢᛚᛚ ᚺᚨᛋ ᛒᛖᛖᚾ ᛒᚱᛖᚨᚲᚺᛖᛞ!», came a yell from the cockpit's com system.

Immediately, the ship jerked and accelerated until it came to a sudden stop and the ramp door opened. What was revealed as a hole of darkness, the breach into the freighter.

«ᚷᛟ! ᚷᛟ! ᚷᛟ! ᚷᛟ! ᚷᛟ!»

Uhtred jumped down, his descent slowed from the lack of gravity and based solely on his forward momentum. He didn't look about to the fighting that was happening on the ship's exterior; that didn't matter anymore. Not to him, at least. Now, there was just the abyss, but they all had to hurry. One by one, all the members of the boarding team dropped through the hole in the freighter, managing to gain entry before the ship's automated systems sealed the hull breach with a ray shield.

Uhtred looked up, recognizing the breach having been made through a port access of some kind. Clever. The room was full of shuffled debris, no doubt the crates and containers having been scattered due to the sudden vacuum exposure. However, almost as soon as Uhtred pulled his weapon out, the doors ahead opened and flooding into the large room, perhaps a cargo bay, were several hostiles, firing their blasters.

"ᚺᛟᛋᛏᛁᛚᛖᛋ! ᛏᚨᚴᛖ ᚲᛟᚡᛖᚱ!", Uhtred yelled, ducking behind a large durasteel container. Pulling out his lockbow, the Deucalian Battle-Master broke cover after an episode of blasterfire sprayed overhead of him and took aim, blasting two enemy combatants square between their eyes before falling behind cover once more. If this was a taste of how the fighting was going to be throughout the ship, this was a grueling battle in the making, indeed.